Promising Young Witch | Bill Weasley

Chapter 5

"We heard you were feeling a bit under the weather, so we decided to check up on you," said George.

"No need to worry, I am fine, everything's fine, you may go back now."

"Not so fast," said Fred, making himself comfortable on my bed.

"Do you really expect us to believe this?" said George, joining Fred.

"Anyways," said Fred before I could answer.

He lit up his wand, and I saw the twins' faces beaming in the dark.

"We thought we'll bring the party to you," said Fred.

"At least it's the best part," said George, with a smirk.

I couldn't help but smile at that.

"There you go," said Fred.

They started to tell me about their joke shop and all their failed experiments, which made me laugh so much someone might have heard us. We still stayed in the dark, George cast a small blue light that said in the small circle we created on the bed. George feeling a bit cockier than usual started to tell a story about Fred being awkward around Angelina, which apparently got to him.

"Well, you didn't even kiss anyone yet," said Fred sulkily.

Both instantly looked at me. George then blushed and looked down and Fred looked at him with guilt, rubbing the back of his neck. Fred realized that he has gone too far.

"Well, you gave me a hickey, that must count," I broke the silence, George shook his head without looking up.

"Nah, that's not the same and you know it," he finally said.

I quietly nodded.

"Why don't you teach him?" said Fred all of a sudden, straightening up and looking like he just had the most brilliant idea.

"Me?"

"Well, not me."

We all chuckled at that.

"Although, I must say I am pretty good at it," Fred added, "so what do you say?"

I scratched the back of my head. Fred put me in an awkward position, after all, I wasn't a kissing teacher. However, seeing George so down all of a sudden just killed me; it's just like playing 'Spin the Bottle' I thought to myself.

"Okay," I finally said after a long pause.

George finally looked up with his eyes sparkling, but that faded momentarily.

"Please don't take pity on me, I am fine really, it's just a joke," he said.

"Do you really expect me to believe this?" I quoted.

I shifted in the bed and gave him the look. The look so different from any other, giving him a green light. He straightened up and leaned closer, I followed suit. Inches from him I stopped, and he kissed me. I didn't want to do anything for him and wanted him to figure it out on his own and very quickly he did. He started to kiss me more passionately and confidently, bringing my face closer to his with his palms and messing my hair. For a moment all my thoughts washed away. The fact that Fred was watching, the Death Eaters, dad, Bill. I pulled away realizing we kissed for some time now, bringing us both back to reality. I looked at George and, in his eyes, I could see that it wasn't merely enough for him.

"You know I actually I don't know how to kiss either," said Fred, brushing through his hair.

"Keep dreaming," said George and I in unison.

We all laughed, and it eased the tension in the room. We heard footsteps walking up the stairs to the room, we knew it was pretty late at night so we might get into trouble if it was Mrs. Weasley. The twins Disapparated from the room and I was left alone in the dark.

The doorknob turned slowly, and the door opened with a creek. The tall muscular figure was emerging out of a barely lit hallway, and I realized it was definitely not Mrs. Weasley. Before I could say something, the man swished his wand and my lips stitched unable to move. I tried to scream but to my horror, no sound came out of my mouth. I pulled out my wand but it was no use.
"Expelliarmus," said the man under his breath, and my wand slipped out of my hands.

I stood up and began to jump on the floor so that someone could hear the noise from my room. However, as I did that, I realized the noise I made was the only noise in the whole house. I heard neither Ginny's laughs nor Ron's deep voice. Another swish of the wand and the ropes appeared to tight around my body. I was about to fall on the floor, unable to keep my balance, when the man caught me in midair and instantly put me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I was kicking him my legs, turning my body this way and that, trying to do anything to get off his grip. It was terrifying but I was going to give up the fight. He started to walk down the stairs, but I still couldn't even see his face because my head was on his back. I started to twist back and forth taking the opportunity that we were on the stairs. Finally, he was losing control of his body and I slipped forward, hitting my head near my left brow with the stairs. Everything darkened in my eyes, but I knew I had no time for this. I stood up before I could see anything and began to hop up the stairs, legs still tied. However, after only two stairs up, when he grabbed one of my legs and pulled with all his might. I landed on my head again, unable to soften the fall with my hands. My eyes filled with darkness and spots of light. Meanwhile, my body was lifted again. I tried to scream again, but it was still useless. The man continued walking down the stairs and I heard the front door open.

"Stupefy," I heard a very familiar voice. It was Bill.

The man who held me fell to the floor unconscious, and I fell along with him, this time landing on my shoulder and then on my back.

"Bill! Careful!" I heard Mr. Weasley.

"Dad I got this, check on others."